"It hurts!! IT HURTS!! Please stop!!"

But the stallion only increased his pace. "It...will...feel...GOOD...in a...moment!" he grunted. He then landed a heavy blow to the back of her head with a hoof, which made her cry out in further pain.

"I'll...hit you...again if you...keep screaming...you...little...SLUT! Just...stop...and you'll...enjoy it!" She closed her mouth and clenched her jaw to keep from screaming, but her tears fell faster as she was being violated.

"...please...please stop..."

Sweetie got up from the couch and looked out the door, trying to catch a glimpse of her tutor, but he was long gone. Her mind was in a turmoil over the sensations she was feeling. She then went to one of the many mirrors her sister had in her shop and gazed at herself for a long time.

He said I was pretty. Am I?

While she still felt she should keep her feelings to herself, she resolved to ask her sister about his last statement, without giving away who said it. She had to know.

She looked at the clock. Rarity should be back any minute now, so she went to the kitchen and fixed them both a snack. She still wasn't allowed to use the stove, but Rarity had deemed making sandwiches was safe enough. She had just sat down and started in on her own when she heard, "We're home!" coming from the front door. Soon, her sister appeared in the kitchen doorway and said, "There you are! How was your session?"

Sweetie shrugged. "It was alright. He taught me some new methods I hadn't learned before. I think I'll be all right in math from now on."

Rarity clapped her hooves together. "Splendid! He was worth every bit!" She took Opal out of her carrier, then seated herself at the table. "I see you made us something..." She looked around the kitchen, nervously noting anything out of place. Sweetie noticed and sighed.

"I didn't burn anything if that's what you're looking for."

"What? Oh no, I wasn't worried!" She hastily took a bite of her sandwich to cover up her embarrassment, swallowed, then added, "It's good! Thank you, Sweetie!"

"Mmhm," Sweetie mumbled around a mouthful. A silence settled in the room, as the two mares finished their meals. Finally, Sweetie asked, "Rarity? I have a question: Am I...pretty?"

Rarity's eyebrows raised and she stared at her for a few moments. Finding her voice, she said, "Of course you are! Why would you think otherwise?"

Sweetie stared at her plate. "I don't know...I wasn't sure."

Rarity smiled warmly at her. "Don't you worry about it! You'll be turning the boys' heads in no time!"

She looked up at her. "But not now?"

"Of course 'now'!" Then her eyes brightened. "Ohhh...I get it! There's somepony you have a crush on now! Tell me who he is!"

Sweetie's cheeks began flaming as she mumbled, "There's nopony right now, Rarity." But her sister's knowing smile didn't falter.

"Alright, whatever you say." She looked at the clock. "My, it's getting late. I still have one more dress to make before morning, so you'd better get ready for bed." With that, she got to her hooves, took both their plates to the sink, and retired to her sewing room.

With the coming of the morning Sun came the changing of her mind. She would talk to her friends about her feelings. Maybe they could shed some light on what she should do.

That afternoon, at recess, she drew her friends aside and said, "I gotta ask you two something. A stallion called me pretty, and it made me feel all weird inside. What should I do?"

"Who was the stallion?" asked Scootaloo.

Sweetie hesitated, then said, "My tutor."

"Oh, that good-lookin' one? How exciting!" exclaimed Apple Bloom.

"But...but he's an adult! Isn't that a bit strange for him to tell me that?" she asked.

"As long as he doesn't try any funny stuff, I don't see the problem," said Scootaloo. "My Mom told me to be careful around strangers, but you know this guy, right? He's been coming to your house for a week now, hasn't he?"

Sweetie stared off into the distance. "He's coming back in another week." She looked back at her friends. "I can't explain it, but I don't feel comfortable around him since he said that. Plus, he stroked my mane."

"He did? That's a little weird. Maybe you should tell your sister and your parents," Apple Bloom simply stated.

"I can't do that!" she exclaimed. "What if I'm just being silly? I don't wanna get him in trouble for nothing!"

"Well then, tell him. If it was an innocent compliment, he'll understand. You said he's a nice guy; I'm sure he'll do the right thing," said Apple Bloom.

"But...what if it wasn't an 'innocent compliment'? What do I do then?"

Scootaloo laughed. "Sweetie Belle! This is Ponyville! Bad things don't happen here! That guy just probably meant it all as a nice thing to do for you!"

Sweetie sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I'm probably just being silly." She smiled at her friends. "Thanks, guys. I knew I could count on you."

A week later she found herself seated across from her teacher. The cat's behavior hadn't improved, so she was locked away in Rarity's bedroom. As for Rarity herself, she'd met him at the door, then excused herself, after having his assurances all would be alright.

"As I said before, Miss Rarity, your sister is making excellent progress. This shouldn't take too long." He'd then turned to Sweetie and said, "Shall we get started?" Sweetie nodded as they retired to the dining room table and he got out his materials. She was still feeling conflicted about him but resolved to put her feelings aside and concentrated on her work.

All was well, until an hour had passed.

As she was working on the last set of problems, he suddenly cleared his throat. She looked up at him. "Is something wrong?"

He looked nervous as he stammered, "I...I have something to tell you. I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Filled with concern, she put her pencil down and said, "What is it?"

He stared at the table in front of him for a few moments, then slowly lifted his gaze to hers. "I...love you."

"W...what?"

He sighed. "I know it's unsettling. But I loved you from the first moment I saw you..."

Sweetie sat back. Her brow furrowed as she stared up at the nervous stallion. "You...love me?"

He gave a lop-sided smile. "Hard to believe, I know." He got up and slowly approached her side of the table. "But it's true..." Stopping beside her, he reached out and stroked her mane once again.

Sweetie's heart was beating like a rabbit. This couldn't be happening! Desperately, she tried to think of something, anything, to say. Just as she opened her mouth, he held a hoof to it and whispered, "Shhh. Don't speak." He then leaned in for a kiss.

That broke the spell. She pushed him away and stood up. "I...I don't think this is a good idea. I hardly know you!" She backed away a little and added, "Plus, you're an adult! I'm just a kid!"

He stared at her for a few moments, then said, "Can I show you something?"

She looked at him warily. "What is it?"

He gave her what he hoped was a winning smile, and said, "It's something special." He started to take off his trousers. "I'm sure you'll like it." Sweetie Belle was frozen in place. Never had an adult been so forward with her, and she didn't know what to do. When he finally removed his trousers, there was revealed a very erect penis...that was smaller than it should have been. He stepped closer to her. "Now you know my secret. I'm smaller than most stallions, so the only mares I can love are those your size." He reached out to her. "Come here."

Sweetie lay as he'd left her, face down and sobbing. She could feel a trickle of blood seeping down her leg, as well as his fluids, and she was still in intense pain.

"Quit crying," he said as he got dressed. "As I said, if you'd just relaxed, you would have enjoyed it. Your natural lubricants would have made you slick and wet, and it wouldn't have hurt as much." He smiled at her as she turned to look at him. "Sluts like you always enjoy it." He gathered up his materials, straightened his tie, and said, "Clean yourself up. It will be easier the next time."

With horror, she found her voice. "N...next time?" she whispered.

He grinned. "Of course! A tight little cunt like yours deserves to be fucked regularly." He put on his saddlebags and turned towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing: if you tell anyone, anyone at all, I'll kill your sister and your parents." With that, he added, "See you next week," then left.

Sweetie Belle lay there a few moments, trying to move past the pain. Finally, she got to her hooves and looked down at herself. She was trickling blood all over the floor, so she painfully went to the kitchen and got out a mop and bucket. Cleaning up the blood and...other, she put the mop away and went to her bathroom. She ran herself a bath, then slowly, carefully, eased herself into it. The warm water was soothing on her private parts, as she lay back and thought about all that had happened, and especially what he'd said. "Natural lubricants?" She had no idea what he was talking about, but she figured she'd better find out before he came back. Before he had another chance to do what he did.

She couldn't go through that, not again, but if she said anything, it could mean the lives of her loved ones! She had no doubt he meant what he'd warned. What could she do? There was nopony she could talk to, nopony she could confide in, not even her friends. Besides, worse of all, she couldn't help but wonder if she was to blame. He had called her a slut, whatever that was. Was it true? Had she somehow brought this on herself?

Her only consolation was that it couldn't last forever. Soon, she wouldn't need a tutor, and he would have no reason to come back. She resolved to learn as much as she could from him, and tell her sister she didn't need him anymore.

It was all she could think to do.